Even among us wannabe fancy foodies, there is one area that isn’t our favorite. For me, it’s cakes. I can do it, but oy, all the measuring, the accuracy!
I’m gonna (really) keep it brief tonight, since there’s nothing to brag about, really. Just wanted to tell you that even if you’re not being fancy, there’s no reason to buy a ready made cake.
Today is Ben’s second birthday. We had decided we weren’t going to do a big throw-down party. The grandparents came and showered him with gifts. We had our own little family cake-eating and present-bestowing. It was enough, and he loved it.
I baked three layers yesterday according to the recipe on the back of the cake flour box.
Then I frosted with the buttercream and made “dirt” on the top out of a frozen Hershey bar. The finer dirt is shaved with a Microplane. The larger bits are shaved with a vegetable peeler, making little curls.
Oopsie, I forgot to put wax paper under each half of the cake, so I could decorate and then slide it out, leaving a nice, clean cake plate. Oh, well. Ben didn’t care.
And finally, the tractor, which was one of his little gifts for the day. It has buttons on top that make tractor-y sounds. I broke up what was left of the Hershey bar and put it in the bucket.
Two candles later, and you’ve got cake!
I sure wouldn’t make this for anyone else, as ghetto as it was, but I decided to share anyway. It’s kind of humble and sweet with its lumpy sides and simple deco.
When you’re a foodie, sometimes it’s the joy of creating that matters, even if it’s not perfect.